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In any other country, a massive, bloody war would have ensued. Horrors would have stalked the land, unholy amalgamations of flesh would have fought on the fields, and the nights would have new, unspeakable terrors.

Fortunately, this is Belgium we're talking about. Tuchman, The Guns of August. In the town of Dinant, German soldiers shot men, women, and children.

The American press called such atrocities acts of "frightfulness," the word then used to describe what later generations would call terrorism.

On August 25, German forces bean an assault on the Belgian city of Louvain, the "Oxford of Belgium," a university town that was home to an important library.

Three days of shelling and murder left civilians dead, 1, buildings incinerated, and the library destroyed, along with its , books, priceless manuscripts, and artifacts.

The assault was deemed an affront to just to Belgium but to the world. Wilson, a past president of Princeton University, "felt deeply the destruction of Louvain," according to his friend, Colonel House; the president feared "the war would throw the world back three or four centuries.

Apparently, the Belgians take Christmas seriously. Glued to the nesting boxes of their favorite wicker chairs, the inmates sat click-clacking knitting needles, hatching balls of wool, their silence pierced only by an occasional frail voice of meaningless conversation.

Flapping imaginary wings, "Cock-a-doodle-dooing," and "Chook-chooking", I ran through crowing, but not so loudly as to frighten them or be rude.

I see now the old women's pinched faces, stiff and severe as the potted aspidistras beside them, only masked despair.